#159. untitled (a puck/rachel fic)
Title: Untitled
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Rachel. Mentions of Finn.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language. Let me know if you think I should change this?
Word Count: 581
Summary: "If you'd asked Noah Puckerman what he thought about love back in high school, he'd tell you it was total bullshit and that he didn't believe in it."
A/N: It's my first fic ever, and it's unbeta'd. I apologize in advance. And "Untitled" is code for "I couldn't think of a title, and I'm open to suggestions."
If you'd asked Noah Puckerman what he thought about love back in high school, he'd tell you it was total bullshit and that he didn't believe in it. He would tell you that he'd told girls he was in love with them, but he just did it to make them feel good, or because he didn't know what else to say. He didn't ever mean it, and to be honest, he didn't actually even know what that meant.
He wasn't a big believer in relationships back then, either. He thought that relationships were for whipped guys and that since he was most definitely not whipped, he shouldn't be tied down by a girl. He laughed at guys like Finn - both in secret and in front of him - because he looked like such a pussy, always chasing after whoever it was that he would be dating at the time. He went from girl to girl, and Puck thought he looked pretty desperate. He was more of a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy. And he did exactly that, multiple times with multiple girls. He just never would have made such a fool out of himself like Finn did.
But now, seven years later, Puck didn't know what to think. Whenever he saw the dark-haired girl that was lying with her head on his chest, fast asleep, his heart would start racing, and he would feel a fluttering in his stomach. Fucking butterflies. And despite what his mind was saying about how he felt, those reactions were telling him the exact opposite. The worst part was that he thought he was okay with that.
Maybe it was the way she looked at him, with her brown eyes, and the way they could almost see right through him sometimes. Maybe it was how adorably small she was, and how he could pick her up with hardly any effort at all. Or maybe it was her incredible singing voice, and how despite how much she loved being the center of attention, she'd rather have him sing to her. Hell, it could even be just how she peaceful and beautiful she looked when she was sleeping.
He carefully brushed away the hair that was falling into her face, causing her to shift in her sleep. He hated the fact that every time he looked at her, he felt the need to burst into a fucking Bruno Mars song. He started rubbing slow circles on her back with his thumb, causing her to stir once again. She slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Noah," she said sleepily, "what are you doing?" He smiled at her, before leaning in and kissing her softly on the forehead. "Nothing. Let's just go back to sleep, baby." She smiled up at him and nodded before turning her body and laying her head down on his bare chest. He put his arm around her petite figure, and before he knew it, she was asleep once again.
And that's when he realized it. The moments like this, where they were alone, with no interruptions - just two people, being happy together, and being completely honest and comfortable with each other - those were what he loved more than anything else.
And okay, maybe he did know what love was - because he was totally, completely in love with this girl. And yeah, maybe he was totally whipped, too. But honestly, he didn't even care, because he'd never felt better.
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Rachel. Mentions of Finn.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language. Let me know if you think I should change this?
Word Count: 581
Summary: "If you'd asked Noah Puckerman what he thought about love back in high school, he'd tell you it was total bullshit and that he didn't believe in it."
A/N: It's my first fic ever, and it's unbeta'd. I apologize in advance. And "Untitled" is code for "I couldn't think of a title, and I'm open to suggestions."
If you'd asked Noah Puckerman what he thought about love back in high school, he'd tell you it was total bullshit and that he didn't believe in it. He would tell you that he'd told girls he was in love with them, but he just did it to make them feel good, or because he didn't know what else to say. He didn't ever mean it, and to be honest, he didn't actually even know what that meant.
He wasn't a big believer in relationships back then, either. He thought that relationships were for whipped guys and that since he was most definitely not whipped, he shouldn't be tied down by a girl. He laughed at guys like Finn - both in secret and in front of him - because he looked like such a pussy, always chasing after whoever it was that he would be dating at the time. He went from girl to girl, and Puck thought he looked pretty desperate. He was more of a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy. And he did exactly that, multiple times with multiple girls. He just never would have made such a fool out of himself like Finn did.
But now, seven years later, Puck didn't know what to think. Whenever he saw the dark-haired girl that was lying with her head on his chest, fast asleep, his heart would start racing, and he would feel a fluttering in his stomach. Fucking butterflies. And despite what his mind was saying about how he felt, those reactions were telling him the exact opposite. The worst part was that he thought he was okay with that.
Maybe it was the way she looked at him, with her brown eyes, and the way they could almost see right through him sometimes. Maybe it was how adorably small she was, and how he could pick her up with hardly any effort at all. Or maybe it was her incredible singing voice, and how despite how much she loved being the center of attention, she'd rather have him sing to her. Hell, it could even be just how she peaceful and beautiful she looked when she was sleeping.
He carefully brushed away the hair that was falling into her face, causing her to shift in her sleep. He hated the fact that every time he looked at her, he felt the need to burst into a fucking Bruno Mars song. He started rubbing slow circles on her back with his thumb, causing her to stir once again. She slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Noah," she said sleepily, "what are you doing?" He smiled at her, before leaning in and kissing her softly on the forehead. "Nothing. Let's just go back to sleep, baby." She smiled up at him and nodded before turning her body and laying her head down on his bare chest. He put his arm around her petite figure, and before he knew it, she was asleep once again.
And that's when he realized it. The moments like this, where they were alone, with no interruptions - just two people, being happy together, and being completely honest and comfortable with each other - those were what he loved more than anything else.
And okay, maybe he did know what love was - because he was totally, completely in love with this girl. And yeah, maybe he was totally whipped, too. But honestly, he didn't even care, because he'd never felt better.